Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing cv313 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.